the final frontier beyond questioning

is waiting the skeletal part 

of any moment's occupancy?

is anticipatory all the fleshy parts on display 

as expectations?

is the carriage of purpose as content 

our sense of embodiment?

what is witness without any sense of selfdom 

deeply involved? 

yet, time is the out-breath 

of sensory's past usage.

everything that the mind names as a topic 

is actually a mirrored reflecting. 

it's the means of our method of thought, 

as in, how things are thought, 

a reflection of deeper levels 

of both the preclude of assumptions previously made

and the currency of thought-mechanics in use

that allow for topic to be generated 

in a mentally nominal way.

we exist in a consciousness 

that is vulnerable to either mental override 

or emotional intelligence understated. 

it is in this way 

that our version of self is so set upon.

for now, no one can say how they feel, 

without invoking mental equivalency to represent. 

self, as a consciousness, is a chicken-egg predicament. 

feel has more direct access to the origins of consciousness, 

but things that think holds 

are all of the relevancy of being.

a self, as a free human, 

is a living example of that struggle,

in terms of being conscious.

while think presents as a means, 

emotion exists as a presence. 

therefore, those leads 

are the two prominent directives. 

one is from a mental standpoint, 

managing the flow of emotion, 

and from the other standpoint,

emotion is living in houseboats on an open sea. 

yet the living done is in mental houseboats, 

while emotional is learning to become deck-worthy

as each person is that individual mentalized self, 

left there, to sale their priorities and prerogatives. 

all of this, as consciously internally done, 

is as the artistic presence 

of each moment, consciously expressed. 

so, a fundamental question of consciousness asks.  

are we the method of realization 

or the mechanics of recognition?

do we, as in the sense of individuals, 

ever customize our conscious field-sense 

to just accommodate feel, 

as our ongoing thing?

or is our feel accustomed to accommodating, 

what thought is, in this moment, presently occupying?

and think is every moment's consciousness 

as that struggle? 

maybe we are the featureless,

yet dwell in either the override 

or under-meant unwillingness,  

to exist as acknowledged?

and are these questions, 

that can only ask of themselves,

not expecting answers to provide? . . .